A/N - Well, well, well. Here we are, the first chapter to my new Hannah Montana chapter fic. I guess the writers block drifted away, but I'd rather not jinx it so (knocks on wood) I won't speak of it anymore. Like I said, first chapter and hopefully I'll be able to update regularly. Femslash warning, you guys should know the drill by now. :P
Oh, and Miley's Hannah cover was blown a year before this all takes place, so no it's not a mistake. That's how I want it. Did you know I took a Hannah Montana quiz and scored a hundred in 27 seconds? Well, enough of my rambling. Hope you guys enjoy.
Disclaimer - Don't own Hannah Montana, if I did I wouldn't know what to do...Miley and Lilly or Mikayla and Miley? Ahh, tough decisions, tough decisions...
Too Tough To Choose
Miley slams her home phone onto the kitchen table in frustration, why won't Lilly pick up? Two seconds later her cell rings, but the ringtone is not the one she set for Lilly,
"What?" She snaps, feeling on edge about the whole day.
"Uh, hey Miles, bad time?"
Miley puts her forehead to the table, "No, no I'm sorry. It's just..today's the day, Oliver. I'm telling Lilly, I have to."
There's silence on the other end,
"Oliver?"
"Wha-oh, yeah. It's about time, she'll be fine with it."
Miley still feels hesitant, but she knows it's time she told her best friend.
"You don't think she'll be mad?"
"Nah, maybe because you waited so long to tell her. But I don't think she'll care, she's pretty open minded."
"Thanks, Ollie. I just have to get ahold of her, I'll call you after I talk to her."
"Kay. Good luck, Miles."
"Thanks, bye."
She hangs up, then dials Lilly's home phone. Two rings, four rings...
"Hello?"
"Hi, Mrs. Truscott, is Lilly home?"
"Miley, haven't heard from you lately. No, Lilly isn't here."
"Thanks anyway, I guess I'll just catch her later," Miley sighs.
"You could," Mrs. Truscott agrees, "Or you can head over to the park, she should be ready to come home soon. You can check there for her."
Miley thanks Lilly's mother and once again hangs up. She argues with herself, go to the park or wait for Lilly to come home? Her cell isn't working, and god only knows how long she could be gone for, Lilly's known for spending a whole day at that place. Even if her mom expects her home soon. Standing, Miley pockets her cell deciding she better head on over to the park before she changes her mind about telling her at all. She's walking towards the front door out, when her father comes jogging down the stairs,
"Hey, Miles. where's the fire?"
"Going to see Lilly," And she's out the front door, not wanting to stop until she reached the park, knowing that any small reason would be good enough to make her change her mind. Who said coming out isn't hard?
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A street away from her destination and Miley feels her nerves building quickly, settling to her stomach in a tight knot. She turns a corner, and sees the park across the street from her. Scanning the area for Lilly, Miley quickly spots her among some other skaters. She really hasn't seen much of Lilly since summer started a few weeks ago, and when they did spend some time together the blonde insisted on talking about the upcoming tournaments the park was going to sponsor that summer. And while Lilly rambled on about kickflipping this and varielflipping that, Miley would sit beside or across from her desperately fighting an internal war. Tell her or wait? The big question has been wearing her down since school ended. Finally, she came to a decision. Their last year of school was only a month and a half away and after that it was graduation, college, possible moving, and Miley decided it would be best to get it out now.
Miley crosses the street, stepping quickly over the sidewalk to stand on the sidelines as Lilly finishes up on the large looking half-pipe, as the other girl calls it. Miley watches, puzzled, as Lilly performs various impossible looking tricks in the air. The skater is such a klutz on the ground, on her feet, it really is strange how coordinate she seemed to be on wheels, and then in the air. Lilly finishes her round on the ramp, skates off, and gets a round of high fives from a small group of teenagers Miley doesn't recognize. Lilly used to ask Miley to come with her to the park, but she felt misplaced anywhere near the place, and after awhile the skater stopped asking. Now Miley tells herself she shouldn't feel at all jealous as she watches a blue haired girl bang boards with Lilly and then wrap an arm around the blonde's waist.
It sure looks intimate, Miley frowns, shakes the thought away, and starts her way over to the blonde.
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Lilly looks up from her group of skating buddies, surprised to see Miley. The brunette never came down to the park, Lilly tries to remember a time when she had, but nothing stirs a memory.
"Miley!" Lilly yells out happily despite Miley being right in front of her, always glad to see her friend. But Miley barely returns the enthusiasm as she waves back.
"Hey, Lils. Where's your phone?"
Lilly pulls out her cell, the screen is smashed and some numbers are missing, "I bailed and," She gestures to the broken phone before finishing, "Well, you see."
Miley winces, "Ouch, your mom's going to kill you. Isn't that the new one?"
The blonde ignores her, "What're you doing here?"
"Just came to see you," Miley shrugs.
Lilly's eyes narrow, "That's great, but you hate the skatepark.."
"I do not," Miley tries disagreeing, but knows she doesn't have a good argument so decides to just get to the point, "Can we talk?"
Lilly pulls away from the blue haired skater girl, who's busy talking to the two boys on her other side, "Sure, what's wrong, Miles?
Miley is about to answer when a colourful, glossy cover of a magazine catches her eye. The blue haired friend of Lilly's is holding it and Miley can make out three bold words,
"Miley Stewart Gay?"
Her jaw drops, as she stares at the words with angry, defensive thoughts pouring through her mind. Even though the caption is true, she feels indignant that the magazine would publish such an article. Well,she counters bitterly, they did the same thing to every other gay celebrity before they came out. Why not me?
"Miley?"
"What?" She snaps, not really meaning to. God, I've been on such edge lately...
Lilly ignores the tone and follows the other girls gaze, "Does your talk have something to do with that caption?"
Miley blushes, not wanting it to come out this way. She nods quietly as Lilly asks her skater friend for the magazine. The blue haired girl's eyes widen as she takes in Miley standing a couple feet away from her. She holds up the smooth material, "This is you, then?"
She speaks with an English accent, not something you hear everyday in Malibu.
"Clara, Miley Stewart. Miley, Clara Burgess." Clara sticks out her hand gesturing for Miley to take it. She looks Miley up and down, causing her to turn redder at the obvious way the other girl is checking her out. Lilly frowns at the two girls, "Okay, we can talk over here." And with that she takes the magazine and pulls Miley away to some small bleachers to the other side of the park.
She waits quietly for Miley to start, and when she doesn't the blonde begins herself, "So, do you have a speech for me?"
Miley opens her mouth, ready to say everything she thought of on her way to the skatepark, but instead she motions towards the magazine, "I guess you read it."
Lilly nods.
"It's true, Lils. I'm sorry you had to find out like this, I was afraid to tell you."
"What were you afraid of?"
"I thought everything would change, that things would be different between us," Miley explains, feeling a rush deja vu. Their conversation when Lilly found out she was Hannah went something like this, she realizes.
"I'm okay with it, I've known for a couple weeks," Lilly giggles, "I should have figured it out sooner, especially after you turned down each of the Jonas Brothers."
Miley groans at the memory of all three Jonas asking her out the year before, but at least Lilly's taking it well. She laughs again, "Come on, nothing's changed, and nothing will. Have you told Oliver?"
"Yeah, I told him two years ago."
"Well, I'll be damned," Lilly mocks anger, "How dare you tell him first?"
"Yeah, yeah. Be glad I even told you."
"Like I wouldn't have found out myself," She waves the magazine at Miley.
Miley shakes her head, taking the zine from her friend, "I didn't even know about this. I try not to read these magazines anymore, how come you didn't tell me?"
"I wanted you to tell me, that's how it's suppose to go right?"
Miley laughs, she has no clue how this was suppose to go, but she has a feeling it's not like this. Lilly stands, pulling Miley up with her and they walk back to the group of skaters. Miley turns to Clara, holding the magazine out to her. The girl shakes her head, "I've read the interesting articles, go on and take it. I suppose you'll want to leaf through it if you make a statement."
"What do you mean?" Miley asks, confused.
"You'll have to make a statement eventually, won't you? Why not sooner than later, unless you've good reason not to, that is."
Miley rolls the magazine up, thanks Clara, then turns back to Lilly who's gathering her things off the ground.
"I'd better get back, you walking home now?"
"What," Lilly looks up from securing her kneepads, "No, I've still got an hour of practice to put in today. Big tournament the end of the month, I've got to pull off a double heelflip over the-"
"Yeah yeah, I know all about it," Miley feigns irritation, "It's all you've talked about since school let out."
Lilly grins, "I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Yeah..." Miley answers, thinking about what Clara said. And on the spot she makes her decision, she's going to make her statement tomorrow, realizing that it's only hit her now how many people are questioning her sexuality for whatever reasons. I mean, I don't look gay...do I? So why would they be questioning me? Well, I haven't had a boyfriend in a long time, maybe that has something to do with it...
"Oliver's across the street, tell him I say hi."
Miley shakes away from her thoughts, looks to where her friend is pointing, and sees the black haired boy sitting on the curb right across from them. He waves and they wave back.
"Why don't you come tell him? We haven't seen much of you lately,"
"Yeah, right. I'm not going to blow ten minutes of park time just to say hi."
Rolling her eyes, Miley lets Lilly squeeze out one last reassuring hug, then she turns away towards Oliver. She can't help feeling a little disappointment, this isn't how it's suppose to be. What happened to the feeling of 'weight being lifted off my shoulders?' What about the flooding relief I should be experiencing? It's not that much difference, Miley muses, I don't feel much different...
She reaches Oliver and he stands, falling into step beside her as they continue down the street toward their houses.
"So."
"So what?"
He gives her a side glance, "How'd it go?"
"Great," She says with monotone.
"It doesn't..sound great."
"It just wasn't what I expected," She rubs her temple, feeling a headache coming on from all this thinking, "But I think I know what I have to do to really feel the difference."
"What?"
"Tomorrow's the day Oliver," Miley says dramatically, not answering his question directly.
"I thought today was the day?"
"Today I told Lilly," She goes on, "Tomorrow I'm telling my fans. I'm setting up a statement gathering."
Oliver's eyes widen, "Really? Can you even arrange to have that setup by tomorrow?"
"Of course," Miley insists, impatient. "I'm Hannah Mo-err Miley Stewart, they'll be scurrying to have my say."
The habit of calling herself Hannah Montana still hasn't left her, and she again feels the pang of anger at Jake for blowing her cover in front of rolling camaras.
Oliver gives her a look that clearly says she's acting cocky.
"Oh, you know what I mean. They want me to confirm or reject the suspicions. And how come noone's said anything about these articles on me?"
He grins sheepishly, "Which ones?"
Miley smacks him with the rolled up magazine before letting him read the cover, "The ones like this, you doughnut!"
"Oh, those." But he doesn't answer the question, just goes on to flip to and read the article with wide eyes, quickly turning red at the details, "Wow, is it even possible for two girls to-"
Miley sighs, before snatching the magazine away and smacking him with it again.